"Hey, sis."
Letitia stepped inside, a smile already arranged on her face.
"I heard your little one was sick, so I picked up some light dishes for him."
Under the fluorescent lights, the red-dyed tips of her hair were impossible to miss. She was barely in her early twenties, eyes bright and sparkling.
If I was being honest with myself, she really was striking.
No wonder Corey had zeroed in on her the moment they met, even posting their photo together on social media, calling her his kindred spirit.
I said nothing. Corey took the food from her hands.
Noah studied her curiously, then blinked.
"Hey, miss, the perfume you're wearing smells exactly like Daddy's. That's so cool!"
The air in the room turned to ice. Both their expressions went stiff at the exact same time.
"Noah, what are you talking about? Daddy's cologne is a common brand. It's totally normal for someone else to wear the same one." Corey scrambled to cover.
But Noah had never been one to filter his thoughts.
"Nuh-uh. Daddy's cologne is the custom one Mommy got him when she was on a business trip overseas. It's one of a kind in the whole world."
Corey's gaze darted sideways. He covered his mouth with a cough.